HP Magic Biography

Fan Lin only felt that his soul was going to be frozen, the coldness and dead silence emanating from the Dementor's kiss was eroding his soul all the time.

Of course, this was not the most miserable thing. Harry kept making painful sounds under the mouth of the dementor. At some point, Harry also became the target of the dementor's attack.

However, no one can save them now, they persisted long enough, but no one came here, the three of them seemed to be forgotten by others.

Get out of here! Fan Lin said, he tried his best, as if he wanted to cast a spell, but the dry lake couldn't bring him any magic power.

A white mist rose in front of Fan Lin's eyes, which made him lose his surrounding vision. The hard work of resistance finally brought him the attention of the dementors. They were going to attack him. Fan Lin could clearly feel the emotions in his body flowing away. The suction was not strong, but it lasted a long time. , he must fight, he must find a way to sever this connection.

(Call for God's Guard)!

Fan Lin yelled, trying to recall the mirror image of casting the Patronus Charm for the first time.

However, under the influence of the dementors, his memory became less clear, and Fan Lin began to panic.

(Call for God's Guard)!

Fan Lin said unwillingly that he would think of his friends, Hermione, Harry and even Ron as hard as he could.

Suddenly, the image of Hermione in Fan Lin's heart was slightly magnified. This was the power the girl brought to him, but it was very unrealistic. The lake of magic power had dried up, and he didn't know what he should give.

However, this is not the time for him to think about it with peace of mind. He tried his best to recite the spell, and the spell that he usually casts proficiently became so obscure at this moment.

ex... (Calling God Guard)!

The familiar silver light returned to Fan Lin again,

This made people feel very warm, but there was a sharp pain in Fan Lin's body, dry and cracked, and it seemed that Fan Lin's spirit was about to burst.

The silver light of the Patronus Charm successfully dispelled the dementors beside him. Fan Lin gritted his teeth, the corner of his mouth was stained with blood, he bit his own lip, which seemed to give him some strength.

He used his wand to control the hard-won physical Patronus, and his Patronus was constantly hovering outside. He controlled the Patronus to drive out the dementors lying on Harry and Sirius.

However, the surrounding fog did not dissipate, and a blue curse mark lit up on Fan Lin's palm, and the ice shell slowly enveloped the three of them.

But it didn't last long, a gray arm smashed the ice shell he had built.

Fan Lin raised his head with some difficulty, his patron saint was still rushing outside, but a more brutal glance appeared in front of him.

His Patronus was too weak, and the Patronus who was originally playing the role of a hunter was surrounded by five or six dementors.

They kept trying, and finally, a stronger-looking Dementor stretched out his gray arm, and with just one blow, completely tore Fan Lin's Patronus, and they began to suck the scattered pieces of Patronus.

The patron saint is a beautiful combination of human wizards, these are the food of the dementors, and the barely condensed patron saint is of no use in the face of so many dementors.

Fan Lin let out a muffled snort, and the curse backfired on him, and a mouthful of blood spurted out from his mouth.

The surrounding area was foggy, and Fan Lin couldn't see again...In the distance, he heard that familiar scream...Calling God...Guards...He groped for Harry in the fog...and found his arm ...They couldn't take him away...but a pair of strong, cold and wet hands suddenly strangled Fan Lin's neck. It forced him to look up...he could feel its breath...it was going to kill Van Lin first...he could feel its rancid breath...the terrifying face of Voldemort...the skyscraper behemoth...and Her mother's quivering voice...she would be the last he'd hear...and then, as the mist was closing in on him, he thought he saw a silvery light, growing brighter...

Whose patron saint does that seem to be... Fan Lin silently thought that he was not completely unconscious yet, and he saw a blue light bead floating from Sirius' mouth, which seemed to be the crystallization of Sirius' life, his soul.

However, the light bead didn't float very far, it fluctuated up and down in the air, and the faint light of the Patronus Charm seemed to be pressing the light bead back to Sirius' body.

However, this seems a bit forced, there are too many dementors, even though the Patronus Charm is very powerful, it keeps driving the dementors out, but these dementors always rush back unwillingly with.

Fan Lin strenuously raised his body. He seemed to want to see who released the Patronus, but the light was too bright. So much so that he couldn't see anything else at all.

It seems to be a boy, standing on the other side of the lake, his patron saint is a stag, circles of silver light spread out from his patron saint.

His Patronus is powerful, and he was able to drive so many Dementors out.

However, his Patronus wasn't strong enough, and he couldn't completely injure the dementors at all. All he could do was drive the dementors away.

However, this didn't last long, the dementors kept sucking in air, and they let out a horrible squeak.

Fan Lin saw that another person stood up, and that person raised his hand to cast a Patronus Charm, and the misty white light melted into the stag, which seemed to form a kind of attrition war, to see who could not hold on first.

However, although the dementors were restrained, there were simply too many of them.

Fan Lin was a little desperate. He didn't know who was on the other side of the lake, but this level was obviously not enough to help them get out of the predicament they were in front of.

Fan Lin looked at the sky feebly, and the dementors were still rushing in, and they kept hitting with their bodies.

Suddenly, Fan Lin felt that the sky in the distance was a little bright, as if the moon had reappeared in the sky, the light was a little far away, and it seemed very unreal.

Then, a faint bell seemed to come from the end of the light.

Fan Lin's heart seemed to miss a beat, and the bell sounded into his heart, as if vibrating around his soul.

Before Fan Lin had time to take a second look, he passed out after the bell rang. His body was very warm, as if someone had jumped on him.

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